I Do Not Cling To Life Sufficiently

Yet Man Will Never Be Perfect Until He Learns To Create And Destroy; He Does Know How To Destroy, And That Is Half The Battle.

One's Work May Be Finished Someday, But One's Education Never.

But Valentine, Why Despair, Why Always Paint The Future In Such Sombre Hues?" Maximilien Asked. "because, My Friend, I Judge It By The Past.

Starvation!" Exclaimed The Abbe, Springing From His Seat. "why, The Vilest Animals Are Not Suffered To Die By Such A Death As That. The Very Dogs That Wander Houseless And Homeless In The Streets Find Some Pitying Hand To Cast Them A Mouthful Of Bread; And That A Man, A Christian, Should Be Allowed To Perish Of Hunger In The Midst Of Other Men Who Call Themselves Christians, Is Too Horrible For Belief. Oh, It Is Impossible - Utterly Impossible!

Unfortunates, Who Ought To Begin With God, Do Not Have Any Hope In Him Till They Have Exhausted All Other Means Of Deliverance.